Monday, September 26th. 8:30 A.M
'Wait a second. 8:30?! I'm late!' I jumped out of bed and ran fast to the bathroom to get a quick shower. I felt like a complete idiot. My first day of college and I was already a half hour late. It would probably grow into an hour by the time I was ready. I showered as fast I could, getting out in such a hurry I almost slipped on the wet floor. I picked out random articles of clothing to wear. With as much haste I was moving at, I was surprised the pants and shirt matched. I pulled them on fast, even falling over when I tried to get the jeans on, pulled on my shoes, jacket, grabbed my Marlins cap, keys, book bag and hurried out the door of my apartment and into my truck.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I screamed as I banged one fist on the dashboard while driving. I didn't notice that I was going well over the speed limit in order to not waste anymore time in getting to class. I think the speed limit was 40mph. I don't know exactly what my speed was but I could tell it was well over that. My mother always warned about the many dangers of speeding on a highway. Today I would encounter the one she was most worried about me getting into. I didn't notice the light was red. I didn't notice the eighteen wheeler coming from the side. My ears were rocked by a loud thundering crash, and pain struck every inch of my body. I blacked out.
I'm not sure how long I was unconcious. I opened my eyes slowly, groaning in pain as feeling returned to my body, and I felt my wounds. There was pain in my head, around my ribs and in my left arm and shoulder. I felt too much pain to make any movement in the arm or to raise my head. I just lay there and groaned again. I caught sight of my clothes hanging up in a closet. I moved my other arm which wasn't as badly damaged and felt my chest. There was a soft fabric, obviously a hospital gown. An hour or so passed before someone finally came in. During that time, I had my attention on a news channel on the TV above the foot of my bed. I couldn't quite point out what the reporter was talking about with the throbbing in my head. Something about 'brutal murders', 'disappearances', 'cannibalistic gang' and 'stars survivors.' 'Stars survivors'? I thought. 'What the hell is this idiot talking about?' Well as I said, I watched this for only about an hour before I heard my door open. My eyes drifted over towards it and I saw a young woman with ebony hair, similar to mine, dressed in a light green uniform walk in and approach me, carrying a tray which gave off an aroma that told me it must have been time for patients to recieve their meals. I wasn't sure which of the three meals it was. She set the tray down infront of me and removed the top while she greeted me kindly.
"Hi. It's good to see you're awake." She said in a soft, gentle tone as she mashed a button on the side of the bed, raising it so that my position resembled that of sitting up. "Are you hungry?"
I replied with a feint sign of pain in my voice. "I could eat something I guess...." then I asked. "How long was I out?" She told me three hours, not bad for someone in an accident like I was in. She told me everything that had happened. I went past a red light and was hit by a semi. I asked if the other driver was alright. He was. Some stitches in his forehead and he was sent home. "But you," she added, "could be in here for a week at the most." I cursed silently. 'So much for a good start at college' I thought. We talked for awhile, passing time, while she took the liberty of feeding me my lunch. I had a question burning a hole in my brain so I decided to get it out.
"Nurse.." I began.
"You can call me Mary." She said smiling and fed me some more rice.
"Mary," I said, after swallowing. "What's wrong with this town?" I thought back of when I first arrived at Racoon City. The streets were nearly deserted accept for a few worried looking people edging along the streets. Did it have something to do with the gang of cannibals and the disappearances of people? Mary looked at me and set the fork down, and took a deep breath as if the question bothered her, but nonetheless, she told me the story.
"There's been some odd cases around here lately." She began. "Two months ago some agents from the police department returned from a mission with some stories about man-eating creatures, creatures that they couldn't kill. Mutants or something." I sat back and listened as she went on and on and on. Nobody believed the agents, or S.T.A.R.S members as Mary said they were called. 'So thats what the reporter on TV must have meant by 'stars'. And now the murders were expanding from the mountains and into town but no one had been arrested. I asked Mary if she believed the whole mutant and monster thing. She didn't. No one did, as she said before. They thought the survivors from the mission were just plain mad.
"So more people are disappearing every day and more murders are turning up?" I asked. "Why don't they put up a barrier to keep people away from harm?"
Mary shook her head. "They did. But things are still happening. The police department thinks that the gang or gangs have moved into the town now. They started out in the forest but now, their boundaries are seemingly growing. There aren't even any more bodies being found, just disappearances. That's why everyone's keeping out of the streets. We're all afraid."
"You're not at home though." I pointed out, trying to lighten the mood. Mary smiled and simply replied how people with jobs still needed to go to work to make a living.
After a bit more time of chit chat, Mary had to get back to work. I'd eaten all of my lunch and was growing tired again. She ran a gentle hand through my wavy black hair and bidded me good night. I smiled and rested my head against the pillow again, relaxing as she lowered the bed back to a flat posture. Then she walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving me alone again. Little did I know, it would be the last time I would ever see Mary again....alive.
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A/n: I hope this is a good start on the story. If anyone who's an expert on Resident Evil notices any error in the time settings, please review and let me know. I'm trying to place Clive's arrival close to the beginning of the third game since it's actually a prequel to the second. I hope you all like it so far. R&R please. Thank you.
'Wait a second. 8:30?! I'm late!' I jumped out of bed and ran fast to the bathroom to get a quick shower. I felt like a complete idiot. My first day of college and I was already a half hour late. It would probably grow into an hour by the time I was ready. I showered as fast I could, getting out in such a hurry I almost slipped on the wet floor. I picked out random articles of clothing to wear. With as much haste I was moving at, I was surprised the pants and shirt matched. I pulled them on fast, even falling over when I tried to get the jeans on, pulled on my shoes, jacket, grabbed my Marlins cap, keys, book bag and hurried out the door of my apartment and into my truck.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I screamed as I banged one fist on the dashboard while driving. I didn't notice that I was going well over the speed limit in order to not waste anymore time in getting to class. I think the speed limit was 40mph. I don't know exactly what my speed was but I could tell it was well over that. My mother always warned about the many dangers of speeding on a highway. Today I would encounter the one she was most worried about me getting into. I didn't notice the light was red. I didn't notice the eighteen wheeler coming from the side. My ears were rocked by a loud thundering crash, and pain struck every inch of my body. I blacked out.
I'm not sure how long I was unconcious. I opened my eyes slowly, groaning in pain as feeling returned to my body, and I felt my wounds. There was pain in my head, around my ribs and in my left arm and shoulder. I felt too much pain to make any movement in the arm or to raise my head. I just lay there and groaned again. I caught sight of my clothes hanging up in a closet. I moved my other arm which wasn't as badly damaged and felt my chest. There was a soft fabric, obviously a hospital gown. An hour or so passed before someone finally came in. During that time, I had my attention on a news channel on the TV above the foot of my bed. I couldn't quite point out what the reporter was talking about with the throbbing in my head. Something about 'brutal murders', 'disappearances', 'cannibalistic gang' and 'stars survivors.' 'Stars survivors'? I thought. 'What the hell is this idiot talking about?' Well as I said, I watched this for only about an hour before I heard my door open. My eyes drifted over towards it and I saw a young woman with ebony hair, similar to mine, dressed in a light green uniform walk in and approach me, carrying a tray which gave off an aroma that told me it must have been time for patients to recieve their meals. I wasn't sure which of the three meals it was. She set the tray down infront of me and removed the top while she greeted me kindly.
"Hi. It's good to see you're awake." She said in a soft, gentle tone as she mashed a button on the side of the bed, raising it so that my position resembled that of sitting up. "Are you hungry?"
I replied with a feint sign of pain in my voice. "I could eat something I guess...." then I asked. "How long was I out?" She told me three hours, not bad for someone in an accident like I was in. She told me everything that had happened. I went past a red light and was hit by a semi. I asked if the other driver was alright. He was. Some stitches in his forehead and he was sent home. "But you," she added, "could be in here for a week at the most." I cursed silently. 'So much for a good start at college' I thought. We talked for awhile, passing time, while she took the liberty of feeding me my lunch. I had a question burning a hole in my brain so I decided to get it out.
"Nurse.." I began.
"You can call me Mary." She said smiling and fed me some more rice.
"Mary," I said, after swallowing. "What's wrong with this town?" I thought back of when I first arrived at Racoon City. The streets were nearly deserted accept for a few worried looking people edging along the streets. Did it have something to do with the gang of cannibals and the disappearances of people? Mary looked at me and set the fork down, and took a deep breath as if the question bothered her, but nonetheless, she told me the story.
"There's been some odd cases around here lately." She began. "Two months ago some agents from the police department returned from a mission with some stories about man-eating creatures, creatures that they couldn't kill. Mutants or something." I sat back and listened as she went on and on and on. Nobody believed the agents, or S.T.A.R.S members as Mary said they were called. 'So thats what the reporter on TV must have meant by 'stars'. And now the murders were expanding from the mountains and into town but no one had been arrested. I asked Mary if she believed the whole mutant and monster thing. She didn't. No one did, as she said before. They thought the survivors from the mission were just plain mad.
"So more people are disappearing every day and more murders are turning up?" I asked. "Why don't they put up a barrier to keep people away from harm?"
Mary shook her head. "They did. But things are still happening. The police department thinks that the gang or gangs have moved into the town now. They started out in the forest but now, their boundaries are seemingly growing. There aren't even any more bodies being found, just disappearances. That's why everyone's keeping out of the streets. We're all afraid."
"You're not at home though." I pointed out, trying to lighten the mood. Mary smiled and simply replied how people with jobs still needed to go to work to make a living.
After a bit more time of chit chat, Mary had to get back to work. I'd eaten all of my lunch and was growing tired again. She ran a gentle hand through my wavy black hair and bidded me good night. I smiled and rested my head against the pillow again, relaxing as she lowered the bed back to a flat posture. Then she walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving me alone again. Little did I know, it would be the last time I would ever see Mary again....alive.
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A/n: I hope this is a good start on the story. If anyone who's an expert on Resident Evil notices any error in the time settings, please review and let me know. I'm trying to place Clive's arrival close to the beginning of the third game since it's actually a prequel to the second. I hope you all like it so far. R&R please. Thank you.